You’ve been quiet lately, and Tara noticed. She was always good at sensing when her friends weren’t feeling like themselves.

One Friday night, she showed up at your door, knocking before walking in with a tub of ice cream in hand. You didn’t ask for it, but Tara always seemed to know exactly what you needed, like she had some kind of radar for these things.

Without missing a beat, she plopped down next to you, opening the tub and offering you a spoon.

“What movie do you want?” she asked, her tone light, as if she already knew what to do to make everything feel a little better.